2. Kane
Two
Kane
I worked my muscles extra hard today doing yard work. I could pay someone to do it, but I enjoy it. I thought the time spent outside would take the edge off my sexual frustration, but it didn’t. I’m hard as a rock from seeing my sweet girl watching me from the window in nothing but a skimpy tank top and short shorts.
There’s a reason I’ve steered clear of Amber for the past six months, and it’s not because I don’t want her. It’s because I do. Desperately.
I’d noticed her womanly curves soon after she turned eighteen, but forced myself not to think about her that way. I was her fucking guardian, for God’s sake. When she tried to kiss me on her nineteenth birthday, it took everything in me to push her away. I would have given anything to take what she was offering and make her mine. I just didn’t want her to regret it.
The problem is I’m way too fucking old for her, I’m her legal guardian, and her brother would probably come back from the dead just to murder me for fucking his sister. She is way too good for the likes of me, but that hasn’t kept me from wanting her, needing her, even stalking her.
I know if I give in to my desires, I’ll never be able to let her go. She has so much life ahead of her. It would be unfair to shackle her to someone fourteen years older than her. Despite knowing that, every night I’m tortured by erotic dreams of her. I dream about her sucking my cock between those puffy pink lips, then me eating her out before pounding my thick cock into her tight, dripping little cunt. I have to jack off at least once a day just to keep myself from doing something stupid.
Every morning I wake up alone, wishing she was in my arms. I have no interest in anyone but her. I haven’t even been with anyone since well before Jeremy died. Instead of getting over Amber, I’ve just become more and more obsessed with her. She has no idea how desperately I want her or of all the things I’ve done.
Over the last several months, I’ve become a full blown stalker; watching her every move. I’ve become quite adept at it. She has yet to catch me. I’ve managed to scare the shit out of every boy who’s shown a bit of interest in her. It’s fucked up, I know. I can’t have her, but I’ll be damned if I’ll let anyone else have what I consider mine.
I’ve stayed away from her since that night because I don’t trust myself. I’m so fucking obsessed with her, I don’t know if I could keep from tossing her curvy body onto the nearest flat surface and slamming my cock balls deep inside her welcoming heat.
That’s why I stay away. If I don’t spend time with her, I won’t get close enough to give in to my desires. If I do, I’ll have a ring on her finger and a baby in her belly before she knows it. I can’t do that to her. She needs to live her life; not be stuck with someone almost old enough to be her father.